“Ah, ah, ah, ah…”

Dana, now breathless, could barely moan as she was rocked by Kaiden’s thrusts. She was completely at his mercy, shaken by his weight, the force of his entry, and his rough thrusts.

It was Dana who had said that the more he played, the better he got, and that he should make time every day, no matter how busy he was, to play.

Kaiden found his keyboard lessons with Dana very enjoyable, so he thought she was a good teacher. He had never been a good student, but he wanted to be a good student for Dana. He wanted to remember what she taught him, listen to her words, and try to please her.

He thought it would be nice if the teacher praised the student and gave him the reward he wanted. Even though he was inside Dana now, he wanted her to give him the chance to be inside her as a reward. The opportunity to be buried inside her, to be swallowed by her….

Dana’s fingers, gripping the keyboard, kept slipping. Her hand, clutching Kaiden’s sweaty arm, also kept slipping. Dana lifted her hand again and barely managed to grab the keyboard. And she held onto Kaiden again.

As her body shook, her hand moved over the keyboard, pressing down on the keys repeatedly. The sound of Kaiden pounding on the keyboard and Dana holding onto the keyboard and enduring it became one. The chair beneath Dana’s body also creaked.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding.

Thud thud thud thud thud thud.

Screech screech screech screech.

“Kuh…”

The movement stopped. The sound stopped.

Kaiden, releasing his hot passion once again, filling Dana, thought to himself. Dana had said she played the keyboard every day. She said that her daily routine always included a certain amount of time for playing the keyboard.

Would Dana think of this moment every time she played the keyboard from now on? The instrument she played while taking him in. The chair she sat on to receive him, the chair she lay under him. The sounds he made as he thrust into her, the sounds of her cries. The way he had thrust, rocked, and spilled inside her….

Kaiden, finished, frowned without realizing it and muttered to himself.

“Stop it…”

The mere thought of it was so good it was driving him crazy. Dana, sitting pretty, playing the keyboard, thinking of him down below, wet….

Dana’s space, so good to enter. The chair Dana always sat on. The instrument Dana always played. He loved that each of these things was taking on a new meaning. The places where he and Dana had made love. The spot where he had taken her from behind. The chair he had straddled her on. The place where Dana would continue to be impaled by him.

Inside the castle where Dana lived. If he made love to her everywhere, in every position, in every way possible. Would Dana be reminded of their union wherever she went, whatever she did? If the memory of their lovemaking was embedded in every space.

He was a lewd bastard, especially when it came to Dana, always indulging in such fantasies even without any memories….

Dana, lying beneath him, asked in a small voice, her eyes barely able to open.

“Is it over…?”

“Ha.” Kaiden let out a hollow laugh and kissed Dana’s reddened eyes. He licked away the tears that had spread across her eyelids and answered above them.

“No.”

He kissed Dana’s tear-stained cheek and whispered.

“Why would we stop when it’s this enjoyable?”

* * *

Kaiden watched the back of the woman getting married.

“‘Again?'”

A curse escaped his lips. He was enraged even though it was all in the past now. The blonde bride in a green dress. Her hair was braided and adorned with a golden crown.

“‘No.'”

This marriage couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be. He couldn’t let this stand.

Beyond the woman’s back, he saw the bastard she was marrying. Rage surged within him.

That bastard needed to die. He was unforgivable. Murderous intent welled up inside him. He wanted to destroy everything. He wanted to stop all of this and end it.

But he couldn’t do anything.

Kaiden looked down at his hands.

“‘Huh?'”

What was this? His hands were small. No, they were getting smaller. No, they were disappearing.

What was this? This was absurd.

He looked back at the wedding. He saw the man standing behind the bride. The man gave the bride a sparkling gift. No. As he thought that, he saw the man’s face. Shining blonde hair and green eyes.

The moment he saw the man’s face, Kaiden thought,

Who is that?

Kaiden opened his eyes, jarred from the unpleasant dream.

“….”

It was night, but the rain was still falling outside. The sound of raindrops hitting the window could be heard from beyond the drawn curtains.

Kaiden looked down at Dana, who was sleeping soundly in his arms. Dana, who had been tormented by him all day, was fast asleep.

He was really in a bad mood because he kept having that unpleasant wedding dream. He hadn’t had that dream once in the three years of his current life, and he had tried to erase that whole event from his mind, but it seemed that marrying Dana had brought it back up. But he wasn’t even sure if it was the same wedding.

He had thought so last time as well, but Dana had definitely worn a red dress and a crown with red jewels at her wedding to Prince Ergart. Unlike the woman in his dream who was wearing a green dress. And the face of the man who was marrying the woman in his dream.

“‘That face…'”

What did it look like? He couldn’t remember clearly. He remembered Prince Ergart’s annoying face when he married Dana. But was that the face of the man in his dream…?

Amidst his confused memories, Kaiden reached out and embraced Dana. Her soft flesh pressed against him warmly. Warm. That’s what Kaiden thought. He couldn’t understand how she could be so warm, soft, and delicate.

What did it matter if he had such memories? It was all in the past now. Dana was married to him now. Anyone, anywhere, shouldn’t even be able to appear before Dana, hear her name, or even exist in this world.

Kaiden ran his hand through Dana’s hair. The strands gleamed even in the darkness. Her fine hair flowed smoothly between his fingers. Feeling the sensation, Kaiden pressed his chest against Dana’s. Dana’s soft br*asts pressed against him, yielding to his weight.

Feeling a resurgence of heat, Kaiden moved on top of Dana. He reached out and grabbed her br*asts, kneading them. He felt a heat build up below as he watched their shape distort in his hands.

How could br*asts be so perfectly formed? That’s what he thought. From the shape of her full br*asts to the color that had flushed red from his touch. He wanted to touch them, suck on them, over and over again.

He had grown up in a monastery, and life there had not been abundant. So he had lived a life where he had to eat what was in front of him. The life of a nobleman or royalty, where he could order anything he wanted, whenever he wanted, was a distant dream. He had to stuff his face as much as he could when he had food.

Kaiden lowered his head and sucked on her *rect n*pple again.

“Hmm.”

Dana stirred.

“Dana…”

He nibbled on her hardened n*pple. The generous princess, despite the impertinent actions of his lower half that had woken her from her sleep, graciously opened her eyes. Like a benevolent royal, she seemed ready to bestow her grace and fill the belly of her hungry subject. By offering her entire body to this foolish subject.

Kaiden asked, his voice muffled, as he kept her n*pple in his mouth.

“Do you have anything scheduled for tomorrow?”

“…Yes…”

Dana answered weakly, blinking her sleepy eyes.

“Do you have guests?”

“No, just some work in my study…”

It seemed she had work to do in her study. Kaiden thought that was good. He pulled his lips away from her br*ast, lifted his head, and adjusted his position as he spoke.

“I see.”

Tomorrow, they would do it in her study. So that she would be reminded of him every time she worked there.

He wanted to imprint the memory of him onto Dana, fill her completely with him, even if it was just through these means.